cert, lim re­lease, 94 min HERE IS an odd thing. At time of writ­ing, How She Move, a low­bud­get Cana­dian dance flick that has re­ceived de­cent re­views on its US re­lease, re­sides in the all-time bot­tom five films as rated by vis­i­tors to the In­ter­net Movie Data­base. It is rapidly gain­ing on The Hot­tie and the Not­tie. I smell an or­gan­ised cam­paign.

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The best way to re­spond to this child­ish­ness is to buy a ticket for the film. As well as help­ing to frus­trate job­less mal­con­tents, you may ac­tu­ally find your­self en­joy­ing a pleas­ant evening out. How She Move will cer­tainly not win any prizes for the orig­i­nal­ity of its plot, but it fea­tures won­der­fully noisy dance rou­tines and is rather bril­liantly acted by an at­trac­tive cast com­pris­ing both ama­teurs and pro­fes­sion­als.

You al­ready know what hap­pens. A good-look­ing kid with a sassy at­ti­tude needs a sum of money to es­cape the streets where her sis­ter suc­cumbed to drug ad­dic­tion. Just as all seems lost, a dance com­pe­ti­tion with a healthy prize fund looms. Here, the kid is the mind-bend­ingly lithe Rutina Wesley and the cash is needed to pay for her tu­ition to a posh school.

Even be­fore that in­ter­net cam­paign be­gan, How She Move was never go­ing to take as much money as the re­cent Step Up 2 the Streets. But, of­fer­ing a rare por­trait of life among Canada’s West In­dian com­mu­nity, it emerges as a much funkier, earth­ier en­ter­tain­ment than that piece of weight­less fluff. Vote with your wal­let.